Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 4: Internal organs

Chen Huangpi was very disappointed.

He couldn't practice cultivation, and he knew this very early on.

Today, he seems to be one year older.

The master's insanity seemed to have improved, and he wanted to teach me how to cultivate immortality.

However, it backfired.

In the end, it was all in vain.

"Master, I'm going in."

Chen Huangpi spoke in a low voice and jumped into the alchemy furnace listlessly.

"Huangpi'er, do you feel it?"

"Yeah, I feel it."

"It's very stuffy and hot, but I have thick skin and can handle it."

"what?"

The purple-robed Taoist priest was extremely surprised. He scratched his head and said, "Don't you feel the changes in your body?"

It shouldn't be...

Is it because the fire is not strong enough?

"Huang Pi'er, just wait, I will make the fire burn brighter."

As he spoke, the purple-robed Taoist priest made a magic seal with one hand.

"Come on fire!"

In the void, a cluster of blue flame emerged out of nowhere and sank into the alchemy furnace.

If there were any cultivators here, they would probably scream out in surprise.

When a cultivator reaches the Golden Elixir Stage, he must ignite the true fire and refine the Golden Elixir.

The higher the temperature of the real fire, the more obvious the color change.

Fire has seven colors.

The blue true fire might even be able to burn a big hole in space.

Inside and outside the alchemy furnace, blue flames exploded out of thin air.

It was as violent as boiling magma.

"Huangpier, how do you feel now?"

"Master, I feel like I'm about to be cooked!!!"

In the alchemy furnace, Chen Huangpi was all red.

Black smoke kept coming out of his body.

But the strange thing was that his skin didn't show any signs of being burned by the flames; it was just very red, that's all.

Besides that, I feel a little dizzy.

Because it's too boring.

Chen Huangpi has never made elixirs.

But the experience of being refined is very rich.

He knew that it was because there was no fresh air in the furnace that he began to feel dizzy. He couldn't stay there any longer, otherwise he would have no chance of going out to patrol the mountain today.

"Master, I want to go out."

"No, if you persist a little longer, you will definitely be able to feel the cultivation method of your master."

"Ok."

Chen Huangpi couldn't bear to see his master disappointed, so he calculated the time and planned to stay in the furnace for a while longer.

But gradually, more and more black smoke came out of his body, and his head became more and more dizzy.

I even saw twisted words that looked like flowers, birds, fish and insects appearing on my arms.

"It's over. I'm hallucinating because of the burn."

Chen Huangpi just took a look at the words and felt his mind explode.

A familiar yet unfamiliar chanting sound was heard, like the master calling out.

"First, practice the five internal organs, and then pray to the gods!"

"The five internal organs are the essence of life, including the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, collectively known as the five temples."

"The kidney is the foundation of the five internal organs and the innate basis. It is water-related, and water benefits all things. Therefore, the method of refining the spirit of the five internal organs should start with the kidney. The kidney qi is endless, and it circulates day and night to build a temple. Then the five elements circulate, and the spirit is refined to ascend to immortality."

Chen Huangpi was confused when he heard it.

But he could understand the meaning of every word.

Even his body couldn't help but follow the exercises. A ball of energy, almost invisible, gradually began to brew between the kidneys in the lower back.

……

The Shiwanda Mountains border Xuzhou.

It was noon at this time.

The sun was hanging high in the sky, and the scorching sun made the earth steam.

Looking around, the huge Xuzhou city seems to have no end in sight.

The city is bustling with people coming and going.

If there is a cultivator here who is not afraid of death, he only needs to open his Yin Eyes, and he will be able to see that there are wisps of gray air floating up from every mortal.

Those gray air are popularity.

A gray shadow shrouded the entire Xuzhou.

In the shadows, there are thousands of blurry silhouettes.

Some have thousands of arms, like gods and demons.

Some of them look like scholars and seem like ordinary people.

At every moment, wisps of gray air were inhaled into their mouths and noses.

"Their appetite is growing."

Xuzhou Mu Song Tiangang withdrew his inquiring gaze and said pointedly: "How much of the tax imposed by the court on Xuzhou this year has been collected?"

The servant beside him said, "My Lord, it's already more than 60%."

"Only 60%..."

Song Tiangang shook his head and said unhappily: "It's only three months away from the end of the year, how can we gather the remaining 40%?"

"This tax is getting higher every year."

"I think this court is about to be finished."

"Why do you say this, sir?"

The servants were puzzled.

Song Tiangang said with interest: "The court has to feed two mouths inside and outside the court, and those things in the sky have to be fed. However, in the past ten years, the evil activities have become more and more frequent, and the taxes have been higher every year. It's like cooking oil on a raging fire, which will ignite at the first touch."

The servant asked, "Does your Excellency have any intention?"

Song Tiangang laughed loudly: "It doesn't matter if it's intentional or not. The imperial court changes, but the aristocratic family remains. Nine out of ten generations of my Song family are nobles. No matter who gets promoted, who can miss out on my share?"

The servant said, "Your Excellency has a good opinion."

Song Tiangang was somewhat bored, so he waved his hand and stopped talking about this topic. He asked, "Let's talk about the tax issue. Has there been any news from Lin Ye and the others today?"

"I was just about to tell you, my Lord, that there has been no news since yesterday evening."

"Hmm? No news yet?"

Song Tiangang frowned.

Previously, he sent Lin Ye and others to the Shiwandashan Mountains to look for sources of pollution in order to artificially create disturbances at the border of Xuzhou so as to have an excuse to increase taxes.

For this purpose, not only was a feng shui plate given, but a statue was also invited to protect them, which could also be used to convey information.

In the dark night, the ten thousand mountains will intercept any information.

But it's daytime now, could something have happened?
Mind this.

Song Tiangang's figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already outside a ten-meter-high temple.

Then, he walked in respectfully.

Inside the temple, there are huge incense sticks as big as pillars, candles that require two or three people to hold together, and a huge statue of a god wearing a bright red official robe and a black gauze hat stands in the main hall.

The temple keeper saw this and was about to step forward and bow.

"go out!"

Song Tiangang had a blank expression on his face and didn't even have the energy to say anything more.

The temple keeper didn't dare to say anything more and hurried out.

After the temple keeper left, the statue suddenly opened its eyes and said in a buzzing voice: "Tian Gang, I already know your intention. The people you sent are already dead."

"Seventh Uncle! Do you remember what it was like at that time?"

This statue belonged to an uncle of Song Tiangang. After he took office in Xuzhou, he built a temple for it and invited the statue from Shangjing.

The statue said nothing, but two rays of light flashed in its eyes.

Two rays of light flashed into Song Tiangang's eyes.

Song Tiangang saw what he wanted to see.

It started when Old Lin and the others left Xuzhou and entered the Ten Thousand Mountains, and then used the Feng Shui magic plate to find a huge mountain. There was a hole in the mountain that led directly to the underground. Several people walked down along the hole, but saw something that even Song Tiangang found incredible.

In that underground cave, there were actually countless huge and broken statues. One of them had a tumor on its head, a big mouth on its chest, and vertical eyes on the palms of its hands. It was eating the other statues.

It is the mutated statue.

Suddenly, the statue turned around and noticed Lin Lao and others.

In just a breath, he appeared in front of them.

Mr. Lin offered up the statue, but it was swallowed up by the latter.

"What on earth is that place?"

Song Tiangang looked suddenly enlightened.

"besides."

The statue of Seventh Uncle opened its mouth and emitted a beam of brilliant light once again.

Song Tiangang saw the night falling, and then the mutated statue spat out the statue that it had swallowed into its stomach, and then smashed it with a punch, and chewed and ate it.

"An evil being that feeds on gods!"

"Why does this mutant statue look so familiar..."

Song Tiangang frowned and frantically searched for relevant information in his mind.

His intuition told him that this time when he sent Lin Lao and others to the Shiwanda Mountains, they seemed to have encountered something extraordinary.

next second.

A picture flashed through Song Tiangang's mind.

It was the spring of the fourth year of the Qingli period. When he went to Beijing to report on his work, there was a statue in the palace that was somewhat similar to this one.

No...it's the exact same statue.

It is said that the statue seemed to have been obtained by His Majesty at great cost, and that it contained the secret of becoming an immortal.

Moreover, since that year, taxes have been increased every year.

Changes in heaven and earth.

When the spiritual energy disappears, cultivators who want to practice can only rely on human popularity.

The same is true for gods.

But this kind of practice reaches its limit at the Nascent Soul stage.

And their lifespan is only eight hundred years.

If you want to go one step further, you can only make statues of gods and sit in the temple all your life. It seems that you are high and mighty, but in fact you are sitting on pins and needles.

Who wants to be a god when you can become an immortal?

As for the statue in the imperial palace, not only Song Tiangang, but even the Song family dares not to covet it, otherwise the current emperor will really dare to take your life.

But this one...

Song Tiangang suddenly laughed softly: "My path is complete."

……

Chen Huangpi is patrolling the mountains.

The Taoist robe that originally fit me well has become one size smaller.

"I'll have to ask Second Master to revise it for me later."

Chen Huangpi felt that he was getting old and it was time for him to pay attention to his image.

At this moment, the brass oil lamp hanging around the waist suddenly cracked open.

"Chen Huangpi, why don't you run away?"

"You are already one year older. The old master will definitely eat you."

"Huang Er, you are alienating the relationship between me and my master again."

Chen Huangpi was very unhappy.

Huang Er is his good friend, but Master is his real Master.

The palms and backs of the hands are all made of flesh, and he was in a dilemma, but he refused to show favoritism.

The brass oil lamp said, "What I said is true. We are from the same family. I will not lie to you."

Chen Huangpi said: "Master won't eat me."

"He also taught me the method of cultivation."

"Have you succeeded in your practice?"

"Of course it's done!"

"I do not believe!"

"Then try it!"

Chen Huangpi said this and punched the brass oil lamp.

"puff……"

The brass lamp spurted out a puff of oil.

"Chen Huangpi, what kind of method is this? How did you become so strong? Have you already established your foundation? No, have you formed your elixir?"

"I do not know."

Chen Huangpi shook his head. There is no division of realms in the Five Internal Organs Spirit Refining Method.

You just need to refine the five internal organs into a temple.

Then invite five gods in.

This method is successful.

He has just started learning and hasn't even built his kidney temple, so it shouldn't be the case that he is at the stage of building a foundation.

But the strength is indeed much greater.

I also don’t know if it’s because I haven’t practiced some part of my body well. As the kidney energy in my body continues to build the kidney temple, I always feel a little itchy down there.

Maybe it’s time to grow spiritual roots!
Huang Tong Oil Lamp looked at Chen Huangpi in front of him and exclaimed, "You are so strong even without building a foundation? When you build a foundation, won't you be able to kill me with one punch?"

Chen Huangpi said: "No, Huang Er, you are my good friend, I won't beat you to death."

The brass oil lamp breathed a sigh of relief.

"Chen Huangpi, we don't lie to each other, so you must keep your word."

"Of course! I would never lie to you!"

Chen Huangpi actually couldn't understand the idea of ​​the brass oil lamp.

It seems that it has been in Jingxian Temple since I can remember, and all the brass oil lamps are its clones.

Logically speaking, it should have a good relationship with its master.

Unfortunately, it was always afraid of its master and thought about escaping every day. But if it was asked to run away on its own, it didn't dare and could only instigate itself.

However, Chen Huangpi didn't know.

At this time, the brass oil lamp was muttering in his heart: "The master of the temple has a very high status in Chen Huangpi's heart. It seems that I have to think carefully before I can let him take me away. But now that he can practice, it's better to..."

I thought so.

Huangpi Oil Lamp said, "Chen Huangpi, you are so kind to me. As a relative, I have to help you. So, take out the booklet in your clothes and I will teach you something good."

　Read and collect.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)